My first memory (3-4 yrs)is of standing behind a door while my mother threw plates and anything else breakable while screaming at my dad in the next room, next thing I know me and my two sisters are living with a widowed stepgrandmother. a few years later they got together for a year and there were several fights and both of them would leave us with a grandparent. from the first grade on we lived with our widowed maternal grandfather. My mother would come back into town every few months but she would have a fight with whatever guy she was with and be gone again.
Anytime some one close to me is angry or obviously unhappy, I experience the same dread that they are going to leave me. Luckely, I can talk with my wife about it and clear up the emotional dread but I still have that initial response with anyone's anger.
I'm a freeman now, his authority's dead
no pain monger lies in my comfortable bed!